"Manager Zhou's family is really full of talented people. No wonder people say that there are many wealthy businessmen in the south." Yu Jiao sighed. It seems that the south has always been rich, with more smart people and more businessmen.
"Zhou was originally from our northern land, but he moved to Jiangshang with his family a few years ago after working for his employer. Although the weather in Sinan is pleasant and the scenery is exquisite, he still misses our northern land in his heart. The land and water nurture the people. When he first went to Sinan, my wife and children cried for several times, and they missed Huairou in their dreams."
When Manager Zhou talked about this, warmth and longing were revealed in his eyes.
Homesickness is about a sense of belonging. Life in the world is like a wisp of duckweed. The soil and water where we are born and raised allow us to take root.
Yu Jiao's roots are not in this world, and she has no sense of belonging to the Yu family, but the place where she wakes up and opens her eyes is more or less different.
The carriage creaked into the city and arrived at the house that Yu Jiao had previously rented in the city.
To prevent the grain from getting wet due to rain, Manager Zhou had people unload the grain from the carts and move it into the house.
"Please count them. The total is 8,302 dan." Manager Zhou pointed to the pile of sacks in the room and said, "Each sack of grain here is about two dan. Two thousand bags are old rice bought from Jiangsu and Shanghai, and the rest are new rice produced in Jiangnan this year. Because you bought a large amount, I bought it at the price of six cents per dan."
He took out an account book from his pocket and handed it to Yu Jiao, "Here are the accounts, please take a look."
Looking at the mountain of food, Yu Jiao couldn't help but curl her eyes, even though more than half of the food here belonged to Gu Yun.
She glanced at the account book and counted the grain again herself. It took a lot of time to count more than 4,000 bags of grain. Fortunately, Yu Qizhe was there to help.
After the inventory was completed, Yu Jiao asked several men under Manager Zhou to pile all the grain on the wooden boards that had been raised with blue bricks.
Fortunately, the courtyard house she rented before was spacious enough and had enough space.
But unlike a specially built granary, the room was packed to the brim. After loading more than 4,000 bags of grain, only one side room was left for Manager Zhou and a few others to stay in.
The men were sweating profusely as they carried the things. Yu Jiao took out two taels of silver and gave them to Manager Zhou, asking him to take them out for a good meal later.
Although these people were all Gu Yun's subordinates and were paid by him, Yu Jiao couldn't be too harsh on them since they came to work for her.
She and Yu Qizhe bought a large amount of cotton paper and tung oil in the city and sent them back to the house.
"Manager Zhou, please brush these cotton papers with tung oil. After they are dry, use the oil paper to wrap the grain bags."
Manager Zhou asked in confusion, "Miss Yu, why is this happening?"
"To prevent the food from being flooded." Yu Jiao said, "It has rained a lot in Changkui recently. I am afraid that if there is a heavy rain, the water will flood into the house. I will feel at ease only if so much food is well protected."
Manager Zhou nodded and said, "Okay, how about I ask someone to build the threshold higher?" The doors of the granary are all built very high. Miss Yu chose to use the house to store grain, so she was thoughtful enough to think of these things.
Since he was assigned to do the job by his boss, he naturally had to do it well.
"Thank you for your hard work." Yu Jiao was not polite. Even if she built a high threshold and wrapped the food with oil paper, she could not guarantee that it would be safe.
After leaving the house with Yu Qizhe, Yu Jiao bought some cotton paper and tung oil.
Manager Zhou arranged a carriage to take them back. Instead of going directly back to Yu's house, Yu Jiao asked the driver to take them to Mengjia Village.
"Will this rain last for a long time? Will Qingzhou be flooded?" Yu Qizhe could see that Yu Jiao seemed to be preparing for a disaster.
"I heard from Gu Yun that the Si River was not silted in time this year. With so much rain in the north, there is a high possibility of autumn floods." Yu Jiao paused and said, "Not necessarily. As the saying goes, it is better to be prepared."
Yu Qizhe's face lightened when he heard Gu Yun's name, and he held Yu Jiao's hand, "No matter what natural disaster or man-made disaster happens, I'm here."
The palm against the back of her hand was warm. Yu Jiao was no longer shy like before and obediently let Yu Qizhe hold her hand.
His fingers are long and white, with a thin layer of calluses on his palms from years of calligraphy practice. The joints on the back of his hands are slightly raised, with a distinct bone feel.
Yu Jiao is not a hand control freak, but she can’t help but like such beautiful hands.
Looking up along his arm, the collar of his clothes lightly covered Yu Qizhe's neck, revealing his obvious Adam's apple, which was both seductive and restrained.
Seeing that elegant and cold face, Yu Jiao thought of the poem written by Du Fu praising Cui Zongzhi.
[The handsome and elegant young man of the clan raises his cup and looks up at the sky, as bright as a jade tree in the wind.]
These two lines of poetry are not an exaggeration to describe Yu Qizhe.
"Does it look good?" Yu Qizhe asked in a low voice with a smile.
Facing his sparkling peach blossom eyes, Yu Jiao blushed and her heart beat fast for some reason, and she said honestly, "It looks good."
These words pleased Yu Qizhe. The smile on his lips deepened, the corners of his eyes turned up, and his black eyes looked deeply at Yu Jiao.
“How beautiful is it?”
A low, teasing voice with a mischievous smile whispered in Yu Jiao's ears, and Yu Jiao's face became even hotter. She found that she could not look directly into Yu Qizhe's eyes. When his seductive eyes looked at people intently, they were like a clear pond, so deep and peaceful that it could make people's minds chaotic.
"The piled-up stones are like jade, the rows of pine trees are like emerald green, and Lang Yan is unique and there is no other like him in the world." Yu Jiao blurted out the words without thinking.
Yu Qizhe laughed out loud, unable to suppress the throbbing in his heart. He rubbed her fair and pink cheeks and said in a low, seductive voice, "You wrote such a good poem, but are you greedy for my beauty?"
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